"So, it really is three Blood Cultivators!"
On the back of the Flying Thunder Eagle, Qin Yang's gaze was fixed on the three people, a glint of cold light flashed in his dark eyes.
Although there was so distance, the blood evil aura on their bodies was hardly concealed, and this aura still carried a touch of freshness.
"This, these... you...!"
Beside him, Zilan's pretty face turned pale for a mont, and there was a trace of anger in her clear eyes.
At this mont, on the highway that stretched for tens of kiloters, one could see cars colliding and exploding everywhere.
Fires were burning on the highway.
So cars that didn't explode were rolling by the roadside, the interior filled with a blood mist.
Such thods were utterly bloody and heinous!
Seeing this scene, Qin Yang, Bi Luoyue, and Ophelia of the Werewolf Race all wore grim expressions, as such a scene was indeed quite tragic.
"These creatures truly don't care for the lives of Earth's humans."
A shadow passed through Qin Yang's eyes.
The Blood Cultivators weren't allowed to slaughter the local mortals, but upon arriving at Earth Plane, their true nature was revealed, and they slaughtered mortals without hesitation!
At this ti, Zhao Feng's eyes also swept across the four of them, feeling their aura, and after a mont, a slight smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
"Haha, a Late Stage Immortal Spirit Realm, two Middle Stage Immortal Spirit Realms, and one Early Stage Immortal Spirit Realm, along with a Demon General Level Demon Beast, is this all your strength?"
Zhao Feng said with squinting eyes and a light laugh.
"Tsk tsk, I was not looking for you, and you actually ca to proactively. Just in ti, saves us the trouble."
Beside him, Hou Tong's eyes, with a hint of lewdness, scanned the four, but his gaze was mainly on Zilan, Ophelia, and Bi Luoyue.
"However, kid, you are quite lucky. These three won are all stunning beauties. Tsk tsk, this Cultivator still lacks a dual cultivation partner."
Sleazy lights flickered in Hou Tong's eyes as he scanned the three won, a trace of drool at the corners of his mouth.
Mortal Realm beauties posed no interest to the Cultivators, but female Cultivators were different; their charisma and allure were akin to mortals seeing a gorgeous woman.
Therefore, there were also sleazy individuals among the Cultivators.
"You wicked people, you are too despicable!!!"
On this highway, countless people had died; coldness filled Zilan's pretty face, and a fire of anger was in her eyes as she stared at the three.
Boom!
In her anger, a pure crimson fire spirit power surged from beneath Zilan's clothes and surrounded her body.
Seeing the fire spirit power around Zilan, Ling Yun, Hou Tong, and Zhao Feng all had their eyes light up, evidently feeling the extraordinary nature of the fire spirit power Zilan released.
"Impressive, girl, your fire spirit power is very pure."
Hou Tong's eyes shone brightly as he licked his lips, his interest increasingly apparent.
"It's you, beco my dual cultivation partner!"
Hou Tong spoke with drool, knowing that becoming a dual cultivation partner with such a pure fire spirit woman would aid in his Blood Dao cultivation.
"Tsk tsk, co over to ."
Boom!
In the next mont, Blood Spirit Power surged from Hou Tong's body, forming a massive blood-colored hand that directly grasped towards Zilan on the back of the Flying Thunder Eagle.
Before the blood-colored hand even arrived, a bloodthirsty aura surged overwhelmingly.
"Hmph."
Zilan snorted softly, and the fire spirit power within her surged into a large blazing red fla, fearlessly eting the blood-colored hand.
Hiss hiss hiss!
Under the blazing and engulfing of the crimson flas, the blood-scented blood-colored hand lted like snow in boiling water.
A few breaths later, the blood-colored hand disappeared.
Seeing this, Hou Tong's eyes squinted slightly; although it was just a casual attack, it was sohow swiftly broken down, which was beyond his expectation.
"Tsk tsk, it seems your fire spirit power is purer than this Cultivator imagined."
Hou Tong's eyes shone even brighter as he gazed at Zilan's slender figure, increasingly desirous.
"If that's the case, I'll personally take action, obediently beco my dual cultivation partner."
Hou Tong licked his lips, his laughter tinged with sleaziness.
Boom!
Blood spirit power burst around Hou Tong, and with a flick of his right hand, a blood-colored rope floated out from his storage. The rope was semi-transparent, with faint runes flashing on it, looking extrely tough.
Swoosh!
Hou Tong flashed towards Zilan, holding the red rope, shooting towards her direction.
"Beauty, co to !"
A sleazy smile flashed on Hou Tong's face as he flicked the red rope in his hand.
Swoosh!
The rope, wrapped in spiritual power, instantly moved like a long snake, shooting towards Zilan.
"Hmph."
Seeing this, cold light flashed in Qin Yang's eyes, a cold snort, and his figure flashed, rushing out to stand in front of Zilan mid-air.
Swoosh~!
With a thought, the Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword flashed from his Sea of Consciousness, and a long hand grasped the erald handle and icy white blade.
Spiritual power also infused into the long sword.
Buzz~!!
In the next mont, a clear dragon roar resounded proudly between heaven and earth, as the Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword shone with dazzling icy white light, transforming into a sharp sword aura.
"You..."
Seeing this scene, Hou Tong's face, once sleazy, suddenly changed.
"Be careful, Hou Tong!"
Ling Yun, who had been indifferent, also had his eyes slightly focused and yelled.
Swoosh!
The sharp icy white sword aura, seemingly capable of slicing air, slashed fiercely towards Hou Tong.
Facing this sword, Hou Tong's heart clenched, and the red rope returned to his hand, blocking in front of him.
Hiss!
The sharp icy white sword aura fell directly on the red rope.
Bang!
Despite the red rope's block, under the fierce sword aura, Hou Tong's figure retreated over a hundred steps in mid-air before dissipating the force and halting.
Snap!!!
Hou Tong had just steadied himself when a crisp sound like a snapping rubber band reached his ears. It turned out the red rope in his hand broke apart.
"My Iron Rhinoceros Soft Rope!"
A trace of heartache flickered in Hou Tong's eyes.
The Iron Rhinoceros Soft Rope in his hand was made from the tendon of a Red-Horned Iron Rhinoceros, classified as a middle-tier Demon Generall he had painstakingly slain before.
Refined by an Artifact Refining Master, it was a binding-type Spiritual Treasure that had bound many Cultivators, but now it had snapped under this kid's sword?!
At this ti, Qin Yang's earlier sword had left a slash of Sword Qi on Hou Tong's face, from which fresh blood flowed, trickling down his cheek.
The stinging pain in his cheek coupled with the broken Iron Rhinoceros Soft Rope in his hand made Hou Tong's face instantly darken, and anger blazed in his eyes.
"Sword Cultivator... you're a Sword Cultivator?!"
Hou Tong's eyes focused sharply on Qin Yang, dressed in white, holding the Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword, in mid-air, his voice sharp and surprised.
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